limelight speckle cell spread
like four fingers and a
bucket of voodoo

you do
bohemian boys
scrutinizing the sky
contracting dust in their eyes

until they're half-blind
and you're two quarters midnight

an outdated outlet in the wall
holding the sun and back-alleyways
dum
dum tick

broke the psalm
wrung the river from its sterility

and never once skipped any
little earth
across it